I grew up around my dad and his brothers who all loved to hunt so it was natural for me and my brother to join right in and we loved it. As it happens I was stationed in Montana while in the Air Force, great place for a hunter right? And it was up until I took part in the killing of a large Black bear. While looking at that magnificent animal something happened inside of me that changed my hunting life forever. For me it was the realization that life is sacred to every animal as it is to man. Needless to say I don't hunt anymore, however, I still handload and enjoy my times at the range with my friends. I certainly don't look down on hunters for if that is what they want to do then go for it but it's not for me. If I'm ever fortunate to live again in Montana or some other western state I will still hunt but it will be with a specialized camera and I won't have to be concerned about "open season" as I can "hunt" all year round.